This Smile is So Fake
My anger rises with every shameful remark I hear. Sometimes I can't hold it back.
This smile is so fake.
They teased me at school, because I wasn't some pale-ass bastard like the rest of them. Noooo, I was a DARK ass bastard.
This smile is SO fake.
They teased me about my hair, too, because it wasn't a normal blond or black or brown or red, it was that funny wiry tawny color. It's not my fault my hair looks so unnatural.
This smile is so fake.
My own family, my mother and stepfathers - all five of them - and my stepsiblings and half-siblings mocked me. They said I was a bastard, a half-breed bastard. What hurts most is that they're right.
This smile is so fucking fake.
Kid Blink is like my brother. I know he has his troubles, and I have mine, and neither of us get to help each other because we don't know what it's like. But we're still like brothers, because he looks out for me and I look out for him. It's like Jack and Spot, or. . . I dunno, Jack and Spot.
Our smiles are so fake.
When we see the newsies, we have to be happy, we have to use our fake smiles and crack jokes and fool around. But once we're out of their sights, we'll be the picture of misery, eyes mournful and dull.
Our smiles are so fake.
I just wish this life was over. I hate this world.
My smile is so fake.
I wish I lived in some faraway time where people don't discriminate against blacks and half-breeds. If such a time and place even exists.
Yeah, right. This smile is so fake.
My mother was white. My father was black. My name is Mush.
My smile is so fake.
My anger rises with every shameful remark I hear. Sometimes I can't hold it back.
This smile is so fake.
They teased me at school, because I wasn't some pale-ass bastard like the rest of them. Noooo, I was a DARK ass bastard.
This smile is SO fake.
They teased me about my hair, too, because it wasn't a normal blond or black or brown or red, it was that funny wiry tawny color. It's not my fault my hair looks so unnatural.
This smile is so fake.
My own family, my mother and stepfathers - all five of them - and my stepsiblings and half-siblings mocked me. They said I was a bastard, a half-breed bastard. What hurts most is that they're right.
This smile is so fucking fake.
Kid Blink is like my brother. I know he has his troubles, and I have mine, and neither of us get to help each other because we don't know what it's like. But we're still like brothers, because he looks out for me and I look out for him. It's like Jack and Spot, or. . . I dunno, Jack and Spot.
Our smiles are so fake.
When we see the newsies, we have to be happy, we have to use our fake smiles and crack jokes and fool around. But once we're out of their sights, we'll be the picture of misery, eyes mournful and dull.
Our smiles are so fake.
I just wish this life was over. I hate this world.
My smile is so fake.
I wish I lived in some faraway time where people don't discriminate against blacks and half-breeds. If such a time and place even exists.
Yeah, right. This smile is so fake.
My mother was white. My father was black. My name is Mush.
My smile is so fake.
